The Real Me Is Truth and Love

My son can only be described as a child born of the wild.  I look into his big brown eyes with their overgenerous lash lengths and see nothing but the untamed.  Ah, so this is what humans being look like at the birth of their humanity.   My son reminds me that we are strong, tenacious, unstoppable beings in the early years of our existence

I have to give him props for knowing what he wants and going after it in spite of the hundredth time I've said don't do that, stop that, your not listening, sit down please etc etc. I mean I get tired just talking to him but he just keeps on going.

I must admit that if I could harness some of that tenacious energy I would take it and use it in my everyday life.Who doesn't need the extra energy?  Could energy to tied to doing what you want to do?  As in the more you do what you really want, it makes you happy and happiness equals energy etc etc lol